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What is a real woman!



A real woman is a woman who always put God 1 in her life she. A real woman is a virtous woman that does play any games. A real woman is a not a direspectful person and would also be there for her man and children though good and bad times. The real woman will always stand up for what she knows is right and doesn`t back down.

That real woman is me!



The real black man must always guard against the danger of coming ashame of himself or his past. he is a man that is stronger than any other man. The black man can not be broke down if you take his rights from him and that is by taking his power from him. if a black man does have any power you will weak him. I know that you might ask yourself why is the black man so powerful. My answer to you would be that he is so power be cause he don`t fear no man but God, he Believe in doing whats right most of the time he is perfect we all have faults. A strong black marriage is the balck man and woman because with those to together can`t no man tear apart. But this country has things backwards where they tell woman you don`t need a man you can go out their and make your own money and take care of yourself. You don`t need a man to Take care of your children you can do it yourself. So what happens some woman believe that and begin think well I don`t need him that is the begin of weaking the black man. We must be self moviated and stop downing our black man at their weakess point and learn to pick our brothers up.. To my sisters and you wonder why they go out looking for some other race.

If Love is a Universal emotion, then the pain it often causes (some might say inevitably causes) is equally Universal. Yet, that only begs the more important question: Why do sad poems and stories of emotional pain bring each of us a strange kind of pleasure? I'm sure the psychologists have an answer to that question. And I'm just as sure it's a different answer than a poet would give. Maybe, in the end, the answer really isn't so complex. A burden born by one can often grow too heavy to bear. Maybe, in the end, each of us knows that sharing our pain is the only way we can live with the pain. And that's really what each of these poignantly sad poems are about - sharing. Let the countdown begin.

They had been together for many a year, Now all she can feel is fear. She gave all that she could give, It just wasn't the way he wanted to live. He left without a backward glance, Not even giving their love a chance. She often wonders what she could have done, To keep him from going on the run. Now she is living all alone, With nothing she can call her own. She can barely make herself eat, Wondering if her life will again be complete. This woman is now moving along, Building her courage, and becoming strong. Time will heal her broken pride, Toward the sunrise her heart will glide